Rachina, Green Day And I, chapter 37
"What? Rachel, what the hell do they mean?" I asked.
What was going on???
"They're your real parents Kym." I couldn't do anything but spit out half formed words and continue to stare at the old couple.
"But, my parents died," I finally managed to get out.
"Well, not really. We weren't ready to have you, and couldn't cope with everything. We were always good friends with Rachel's parents, and they agreed to look after you until we were ready to tell you the truth." the woman said, taking a step towards me. I quickly stepped back, away from her. None of this made sense to me. Was it just a stupid joke? Was it for real? What???
"We're here to take you home with us." the man said.
"Uh, I don't think so." I said back.
"We're your parents, what we say goes."
"Well, if you're my parents, you've got a sure as hell fucked up way of showing it." I said sounding a tad hysterical. Well, they just dumped me onto Rachel's parents because they "couldn't cope" and then they just decide to show up at MY wedding, my special day, and proclaim they're taking me home?? How the fuck is that fair??
"Don't you talk to us like that. And another thing, we don't really approve of your boyfriend." the woman said.
"Who the hell are you to disapprove of my fiancé? Look lady, and man, first of all you weren't around for any of my life up to date, so you can't just show up uninvited on my wedding day and declare you're taking me home, and second of all, I don't give a fuck if you like or dislike my soon to be husband. So go home, I'm not coming with you." I said, walking away.
"Kym, if you walk away from us right now, we will never, ever talk to you again. You will never see us, and you won't have a proper family." the man growled.
"Well bye bye daddy, my friends are the only family I need. Rachel, please escort these people out." I said in a fake sweet tone.
"Fine, we'll go, but I just want you to know that you were an accident and we never wanted you." he said while being shoved out of the room by Rachel.
"Who cares? Now come on, out you go." Rachel said. I sat down, and tried to pretend nothing happened, but I couldn't, and it just hurt so badly. Sure, Rachel's parents were so much nicer, and kind, and cared about me while still treating me like an adult. But I couldn't stop thinking about what it would have been like to have real parents, maybe a brother or sister. And grandparents. And uncle's, and aunties. A real family. With family get-togethers like New Year's Eve, and Christmas, and shit like that. Ok, so I did celebrate Christmas and holidays like that with Rachel's family, but they never seemed to like me. I'd just sit in the corner, all by myself while Rachel socialised with everyone and her relatives occasionally shot me dirty looks.
I shook my head free of these sad memories and focused. I looked at my reflection in the mirror one final time, and covered it with a towel. I didn't want to see myself. It was making me nervous, and I felt like I was going to throw up. I ran to the bathroom, leaned over the toilet and retched, willing the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach to go away. Maybe it was just nerves. Or that cheesecake Tara made. After a couple of minutes the feeling wore off, and I stood up again. Where was Rachel??? I needed her!!!
"RACHEL!!!" I called, hoping she could hear me. "Rachel I need you!!" She hurried into the room, carrying a piece of paper and a pen.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?" she asked looking worried.
"No, nothing happened, I just...I need you here, with me. I'm starting to think I can't do this. Something is going to go wrong, I can tell."
"Don't worry Kym, it's going to be fine." Rachel attempted to calm me down.
"NO IT'S NOT!!! I CAN TELL!!!" I sounded so hysterical, and I knew Rachel was starting to panic about how she would calm me down in time.
"Kym, I know you're worried, and I know this is probably scaring you, but you just have to calm down!!!"
Okay... it's half an hour later and I'm ready to go. I feel much, much better. The music started which was my cue to walk down the aisle. Okay, my wedding dress was black, not the traditional white, but black. It was slightly tight, and trimmed with red lace. The skirt was a slight bit like a tutu, except not over the top. The black frills had layers of red in between, and my shoes were also red. Red and strappy. My face was hidden behind a black veil, and even though I looked like I was at a funeral, I knew I wasn't going to regret my outfit choice. Of course, Suzie had a dump truck full of complaints and objections to the dress, but she wasn't here anymore. I reached the end of the carpeted walkway, and turned to face Billie Joe. He smiled at me, and I smiled back, although I doubt he saw it from under my veil.
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"I do." I said. Billie Joe lifted up the curtain of this material covering my face and kissed me. My makeup was running because I cried a little during the vow exchanging. Now I pretty much looked like the girl in the Helena video clip. But I didn't care, I was married! It wasn't as hard as I anticipated, and now I had this rosy, glowing feeling I didn't want to lose.
What was going on???
"They're your real parents Kym." I couldn't do anything but spit out half formed words and continue to stare at the old couple.
"But, my parents died," I finally managed to get out.
"Well, not really. We weren't ready to have you, and couldn't cope with everything. We were always good friends with Rachel's parents, and they agreed to look after you until we were ready to tell you the truth." the woman said, taking a step towards me. I quickly stepped back, away from her. None of this made sense to me. Was it just a stupid joke? Was it for real? What???
"We're here to take you home with us." the man said.
"Uh, I don't think so." I said back.
"We're your parents, what we say goes."
"Well, if you're my parents, you've got a sure as hell fucked up way of showing it." I said sounding a tad hysterical. Well, they just dumped me onto Rachel's parents because they "couldn't cope" and then they just decide to show up at MY wedding, my special day, and proclaim they're taking me home?? How the fuck is that fair??
"Don't you talk to us like that. And another thing, we don't really approve of your boyfriend." the woman said.
"Who the hell are you to disapprove of my fiancé? Look lady, and man, first of all you weren't around for any of my life up to date, so you can't just show up uninvited on my wedding day and declare you're taking me home, and second of all, I don't give a fuck if you like or dislike my soon to be husband. So go home, I'm not coming with you." I said, walking away.
"Kym, if you walk away from us right now, we will never, ever talk to you again. You will never see us, and you won't have a proper family." the man growled.
"Well bye bye daddy, my friends are the only family I need. Rachel, please escort these people out." I said in a fake sweet tone.
"Fine, we'll go, but I just want you to know that you were an accident and we never wanted you." he said while being shoved out of the room by Rachel.
"Who cares? Now come on, out you go." Rachel said. I sat down, and tried to pretend nothing happened, but I couldn't, and it just hurt so badly. Sure, Rachel's parents were so much nicer, and kind, and cared about me while still treating me like an adult. But I couldn't stop thinking about what it would have been like to have real parents, maybe a brother or sister. And grandparents. And uncle's, and aunties. A real family. With family get-togethers like New Year's Eve, and Christmas, and shit like that. Ok, so I did celebrate Christmas and holidays like that with Rachel's family, but they never seemed to like me. I'd just sit in the corner, all by myself while Rachel socialised with everyone and her relatives occasionally shot me dirty looks.
I shook my head free of these sad memories and focused. I looked at my reflection in the mirror one final time, and covered it with a towel. I didn't want to see myself. It was making me nervous, and I felt like I was going to throw up. I ran to the bathroom, leaned over the toilet and retched, willing the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach to go away. Maybe it was just nerves. Or that cheesecake Tara made. After a couple of minutes the feeling wore off, and I stood up again. Where was Rachel??? I needed her!!!
"RACHEL!!!" I called, hoping she could hear me. "Rachel I need you!!" She hurried into the room, carrying a piece of paper and a pen.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?" she asked looking worried.
"No, nothing happened, I just...I need you here, with me. I'm starting to think I can't do this. Something is going to go wrong, I can tell."
"Don't worry Kym, it's going to be fine." Rachel attempted to calm me down.
"NO IT'S NOT!!! I CAN TELL!!!" I sounded so hysterical, and I knew Rachel was starting to panic about how she would calm me down in time.
"Kym, I know you're worried, and I know this is probably scaring you, but you just have to calm down!!!"
Okay... it's half an hour later and I'm ready to go. I feel much, much better. The music started which was my cue to walk down the aisle. Okay, my wedding dress was black, not the traditional white, but black. It was slightly tight, and trimmed with red lace. The skirt was a slight bit like a tutu, except not over the top. The black frills had layers of red in between, and my shoes were also red. Red and strappy. My face was hidden behind a black veil, and even though I looked like I was at a funeral, I knew I wasn't going to regret my outfit choice. Of course, Suzie had a dump truck full of complaints and objections to the dress, but she wasn't here anymore. I reached the end of the carpeted walkway, and turned to face Billie Joe. He smiled at me, and I smiled back, although I doubt he saw it from under my veil.
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"I do." I said. Billie Joe lifted up the curtain of this material covering my face and kissed me. My makeup was running because I cried a little during the vow exchanging. Now I pretty much looked like the girl in the Helena video clip. But I didn't care, I was married! It wasn't as hard as I anticipated, and now I had this rosy, glowing feeling I didn't want to lose.
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